Dr. Martin Luther King ll:Relapse:ll

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Background: Ok I am not black, jewish, female, or anything like that. In fact I am the same race thats causing most of the problem described in this poem. My 17 year old brother has recently decided to become a "cowboy" and feels that prejudice and racism are part of that. He said the word "nigger" in my room today, and when I asked him not to say that in my presence he repeated it in spite of me. So I got pissed off kicked him out of my room and wrote:<br><br>

<u><b>Dr. Martin Luther King ll:Relapse:ll</b></u><br>
You see I had a dream<br>
A dream where those words<br>
Fell not onto deaf ears<br>
But opened eyes, skies, and doorways into heaven<br>
Causing mast hysteria of inspiration<br>
Breaking down the <b>unbreakable</b> <i>millimeter</i> thick walls of skin<br>
Between who you are and who I am<br>
You see no matter how much you chastise<br>
No matter how much you cauterize this in skin<br>
No matter how much you tell them who.they.are. is worse then sin<br>
Their people rise and rise again and again<br>
And you can see this as something to complain about<br>
And I can see this as a thing of beauty<br>
But we'll see it none the less<br>
Be it a star of David<br>
The lash of a massa's whip<br>
The abuse and neglect of a husband<br>
Be it F.G.M.<br>
What river they swam<br>
To become a citizen<br>
<br>
...whatever vessel it's in...<br>
<br>
<b>LET IT SINK RIGHT NOW!</b><br><br>
drop the excuses your parents made for you<br>
And <b>learn</b>.to.dream.